Pets on the Promenade (GenPals Event and Exhibition)

[Cassandra Paige]

The Galaxy was full of arms manufacturers, corporations that created ships of doom, mercenary outfits that peddled in death, but it had missed one thing: a supplier of love and friendship. People hadn’t realized it, until GenPals appeared out of seemingly nowhere. It offered loveable pets, cute critters and helpful aides to those that needed it most.

Today it continued that trend of surprise.

Over the world of D’ian drifted its newest brainchild: the GenPals Conference Station.

A large, spacious and luxurious space station that promised to provide an experience like no other. For its grand opening it offered steep discounts and even special invites for every GenPal owner and affiliate to partake in everything it had to offer.

Tours of the Habitat ring had already started, with new ones starting every half hour. Restaurants, shops and clubs on every level were open for the durations of the event, with discounts to those visiting with their GenPals. Wandering trainers offered impromptu exhibitions along with tips and tricks, while people flocked to the Lab Showcase to learn more about the GenPals process and even custom create their own GenPals. From comfortable spas to hologram fun rooms where fans could experience almost any GenPal scenario they could dream of, from costumed GenPals characters to greet and interact with the younger crowd to the great Aquarium running through the entire station, there was something for everyone.

GenPals owners (or new purchasers) were invited to take part in the GenPals exhibition and contest taking place in the main rotunda. Hundreds of owners and their companions gathered, showing off the tricks they had worked on or just how stately and well groomed their GenPal was. Prizes would be awarded later, while door prizes would be randomly awarded throughout the event.

People were flowing in by the droves, flying in by private ships or GenPal-sponsored transportation, depending on their budget. Cassandra couldn’t be more pleased- they had sold out their tickets for the first day within the first hour after the announcement, and already reservations for extended stays were being made.

Cassandra stood on the balcony, overlooking the main entrance atrium from the docking bays. Her forearms rested on the railing, noting as the greeters did their job, directing guests to this location or that event that was about to start, entering their information as entrance for the various prizes that would be given out over the course of the day. The pair of Didact security guards that were her shadow these days stayed a respectful distance away, and, for the moment at least, Cass was alone with her thoughts as the bustle of the event (still so early) shifted beneath her.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

For better or worse that moment of privacy wasn't maintained for very long.

Behind her the Didact guards froze just an inch stiffer at the approach of their boss as he passed them and found himself leaning against the railing next to her. He didn't immediately say something, instead opting to watch the visitors walk in - some alone, others in pairs or even small groups - and scan for how his men were doing. Cass' guards were the standard variety, armed, armored, dangerous, while the GenPals security....

Well, he wouldn't take them into any sort of battlefield.

Cassandra had explained to him that it would be better for more unassuming guards to be stationed here. It would be less likely a target, less interesting, because military-grade protection usually meant military valuables.

Fair point.

"Remember the first time we met?" Etti IV, it had been chaos and that had underlined their path moving forward. "We have come a long way since then." Both their companies on the brink of a fiscal year full of profit and expansion. The Corporate Sector was slowly moving forward in the direction of their combined vision. It was good, interesting and pleasing to see things going... relatively well.

Some bumps here and there, of course.

But that couldn't be helped as far as Itash was concerned.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun approached a bar, sliding his sleeves up his arms. Exposed tattoo artwork could be seen, the cost of which could have cost a small village a year's labor, if the detail were to be taken to note. Simply it was a GodKing that had asked for the best and received it. His blue eyes cast about the station for a moment, noticing none and taking in all.

On his shoulder rested his Maximimus and his sister was walking majestically at his side. Having both together countered each other out, and yet he still loved them evenly. His son had been gone for some time now, in the cosmos as an adult. So he never sought him out. These two however loved and depended on him, so it was they had become his children of a sort.

"Scotch, two rocks, salt the rim." Vokun ordered from the bartender, whom arched a brow at a peculiar order but moved to take it none the less.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

She heard him a step before he joined her, but for the moment, she kept her gaze on the comings and goings beneath them. When he spoke though, a small smile curved over her lips and she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye.

"It was the first time I'd ever been shot at. Unlikely something I would forget," she teased.

It had been more holodrama than reality.

And life had only gotten more unbelievable since then. Her left hand, cybernetic, flexed slightly as though to accent that thought.

Cass shifted slightly, brushing her hair out of her face as she turned toward him. Her hip settled against the railing as she turned her scrutiny to him. He was, and always had been, attractive. Of course, it had been his name and title that had caught her attention back then, more so than his looks. A pretty face was a credit a dozen and she could have enjoyed and discarded that many easily in the time since they had started seeing each other.

That said, it didn't hurt certainly.

She had found herself over the last year slowly less and less concerned with the things that had 'attracted' her initially. Not unconcerned, mind you. Simply that there was more.

"Anything you would change?" She asked, surprisingly herself a little with the question. "Given a chance? About the last year."

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Darth Ophidia had great admiration for GenPals. No one had so perfectly mixed commercial success with the sheer joy of twisting nature into perverse caricatures of their natural selves. Sithspawning did much, but it did not create such diabolically devious cuteness, and it certainly did not do it for profit. She found some inspiration in the work of Cassandra Paige and her wonderful scheme.

So when GenPals held something so beautifully decadent as a party, she had to come see it for her own, bringing some guests - And of course she brought her own GenPal purchase.

The Rattataki Sith Lord, under the cover of alchemical masking to hide the most obvious corruption, leisurely strolled the beautiful space station with her companion, [member="Cerbera"] , next to her. The burning irises of her eyes looked at all the bits and bobs on display, as well as the critters passing by. Behind them walked a mirialan in Sith-Imperial uniform, carrying a smollacc in her hands. Behind her, two more mirialans pushed along a hovering platform with a much larger pot set on it. Tentacles waved out of the top casually as they floated through the tollaccs. They were like smollaccs, but bigger, yet not as big as a real sarlacc.

Barlan looked off to the side for a moment while fishing a GenPals certified treat out of her pocket for the normal smollacc when she saw a horrid display of whisky abuse. Salt with whisky? It was a crime to tastebuds everywhere. The mirialan officer gave her worst sneer as she fed the smollacc its treat, then moved on.

Meanwhile, as Barlan frowned, the tollacc reached down casually and picked someone else's bantha buddy off the floor, then nonchalantly performed the most natural of vanishing tricks. Its owner stopped in his tracks when he saw the suddenly empty leash.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

Tash followed the same track, shifting slightly until he found himself eye to eye with Cassandra.

He studied her lines, one after another, noticing the slight limp and smiling softly to himself. It was surprising to him how much Cass had pulled him in over the shape of a year and more. It hadn't been expected, calculated for, planned... just had happened. Her fierceness, the passion, anger, the way that she took what she wanted without much in the way of concern.

It had fascinated him.

Itash recognized himself in her and that didn't happen often.

"Change?" That suggested regret, there was little of regret to be found within Itash. It was a thing that was practically incompatible with him. There were no true mistakes, just inconveniences and complications. "No. Even the largest mistake only served to bring us closer." A shrug as his finger brushed the side of her jaw softly and laid claim through simple touch.

"Amend maybe. That is all." To a situation where she wouldn't have been humiliated. That had been a complication unnecessary. "How about you?"

That scrutiny of hers was returned as Tash awaited her response.

 

[Kaia Vullen]

Not everyone in this world could afford their very own GenPal, but even among the poor there were fans of the adorable critters' naive expressions and gentle nature. Kaia Vullen was one such. The once Jedi Knight, since rogue and refugee from the militant Jedi Orders of her day, only had access to this gala by taking volunteer work. Of course, she had more reasons to be here than simply wanting to be close to the cute little critters: She needed a ride, and there was no easier way to get a ride than by riding with various galactic trading conglomerates.

She bagged some treats and smiled at the griffon pattering around on the floor protectively and playfully, then handed the bag over to the owner.

"Thank you, please come by again if there are any questions."

She let out a soft sigh an rolled her shoulders. The motion made her feel the pressure of the metal cylinder wrapped tightly underneath her clothes, not to be drawn until life was on the line. It would be fine, this was all a nice little gala, right? Who would mess with a gala full of adorable critters?

but you are a Jedi, Kaia.​

"Hello, how can I help you?" "Oh what a handsome one this is."

Kaia Vullen, Jedi Knight.​

She opened another bag and breathed out, letting the emotions flow away like a clear stream.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

Whilst Ophidia had done her level best to avoid causing too much offence... Cerbera had done nothing of the sort.

Behind her, next to the Pale's guards, came the Qo'saarai Tuk'ata. Lumbering, large Sithspawn clad in Akure leather and fussing about with the little, smol creatures that had been ordered and created by GenPals with Cerbera's attention. They were cute little things as far as Cerbera was concerned. Very intelligent, competent, helpful little buggers that were slowly becoming invaluable in her experiments.

"Oh, I do like what Cassandra dear has done with the place." Cerbera cooed softly while they stepped foot into the atrium and studied the architecture. It was large, spacious, there was plenty of richness across it all.

"At the very least the money I am giving her isn't completely wasted."

The agreement with Akure Executive Interstellar had been quite the coup for miss Paige as Cerbera understood. It had done much to propel forward GenPals in all the right ways, while providing AEI with just the right amount of new genetic material to continue with some of its projects it had started. No matter what Cerbera didn't miss the vanishing act performed by Ophidia's little darling pet.

"Oh. Did you forget to feed it this morning again, dear?"

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Her smile turned into something closer to a smirk at his answer. It wasn't an answer at all, but then, she hadn't been expecting honesty. That came dear and at a price.

"One day I will ask you to marry me," he'd said once, face serious. "And you will likely say yes. We have been playing each other from the start. I'd like that to take a backseat if that possibility becomes reality."

"If you ask, and I say yes, then no more games."

But that day hadn't come yet.

So the games continued.

"Hmmmm," she murmured, pursing her lips thoughtfully. Almost as if she'd give him an answer any more real than his had been.

"Only one thing," she said, solemn and serious.

"Sturdier chairs in the conference rooms." There was a slightly wicked glint in those grey eyes.

Of course, they were interrupted by a GenPals employee, wringing his hands in distress. He hurried past the Didact guards with only a glance (both familiar with each other) and hurriedly murmured something low and tense. Cass's eyes sharpened.

"She's here?"

"Well that's hardly the point, it's more-"

Cass waved a hand.

"Get the information from the man- it was probably a standard model. Set up a 'search' and replace it while he's busy helping somewhere else. Tell him it was found wandering a floor down- you think the poor thing may have hit its head when it went down the stairs so we will check it out free of charge- the Banthas are particularly stupid, so that will explain any potential difference in behavior. In a week it'll be it's usual self and he won't even notice it was switched. Under no circumstances, I repeat no circumstances, are you to eject that pair of guests, are we clear? Assign someone to go and offer them some special snacks for the custom animals she brought with her- hopefully that will keep them from randomly snatching other pets- intervene, politely, only if necessary, and only to prevent another embarrassment. Are we clear?"

Not really satisfied but with a solution to his problem, the man nodded- offering a bow to Itash, he beat a hasty retreat.

Cass sighed.

[member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

While Cassandra might have resolved herself towards accepting her guests... Tash was less willing to simply let it go.

Oh, he wouldn't embarrass her by making a scene out of it, that wasn't his style whatsoever. At the same time some of his Words casually left their posts elsewhere in the station and would maintain a respectful distance from the duo of Sith Lords deciding to come an' visit. They wouldn't interfere with them directly, but at the very least they'd be there to minimize the amount of damage that could occur with them loose in the facility.

There wasn't much more Itash could do without it becoming a potential issue with the Sith Empire.

A nation both of them were sadly quite friendly with and receiving a fair bit of money from. "You know," He stepped forward silently, brushing against her and murmuring into her ear. "When we send those invites, I didn't actually assume they would accept."

In fact it surprised him that Sith Lords of their caliber would deem it worthy their time to come and visit. If anything Tash wondered why they didn't have better things to do with their time. Maybe conquer a world, reshape a few more Empires or maybe do some more experiments in the name of the 'Darkside' or whatever. That seemed like a thing they would do, right?

"Want to go and have a drink with me, before we get into the thick of it? We will probably need it with all of this."

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin was not a violent person twenty-four seven...most of the time. But seeing her at an event dedicated to overtly cute manufactured creatures, wasn't exactly something expected of the Zabrak.

She had stumbled across one of the GenPal adverts on the HoloNet, but never followed up on looking into it more. It had fallen into the pitfall of 'I should explore that some more' and never doing that. But today was suppose to be a day off for the Valkyrie, and with news of the exhibition being open she had taken the chance to finally see what GenPals was all about.

Currently she was amidst the latest group touring through the Lab Showcase, watching as the process of creation was demonstrated before them. Vaylin had seen what was possible through Sith Alchemy, but what she was seeing before her was science.

It was debate what she was most impressed by. The sheer terror and viciousness of Sithspawn, or just how disgustingly adorable the GenPal products were.

The Zabrak mused quietly, purple eyes watching every motion the was being performed by the employees. She wasn't here as a Sith, her presence in the Force had been shrunk down in order to appear as much of a civilian as possible.

After all, it was meant to be her day off.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

"Right?" Cass asked incredulously. Never in a million years had she expected those two to actually come.

It made her worry slightly about the invitation sent to [member="Darth Carnifex"]. No, surely he would not.

Surely.

Thought she was less certain than she had been that morning, what with two prominent Sith Lords sashaying about. Stars have mercy. Hopefully nothing worse would happen.

Oh, Cass didn't care about the eaten bantha. She just didn't want there to be a scene. That was the last thing she needed.

She turned her head, lips brushing just against his cheek.

The overhead PA let out a pleasant chiming sound.

~*Attention GenPals Guests!*~

The cheerful but calm female voice was just loud enough to hear over the slowly growing noise of the station without being overwhelming. Cass nodded in satisfaction.

~*We are pleased to announce the first drawing for a GenPal of choice! Will [member="Vaylin"] please make their way to the Guest Services desk on Floor Nine at your convience. Congratulations Vaylin on the new addition to your family! Pick Friends. Pick Family. Pick GenPals.~*

The chime sounded again, only the tones in reverse.

Cass looked smug.

"A drink," she said, giving him a lingering kiss before pulling back. "Would be perfect. Yes let's."

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

He wondered briefly how much publicity it would give them if the Dark Lord of the Sith arrived here himself.

There wasn't such a thing as 'Bad Publicity' was there?

But perhaps it was better if that complication remained on Bastion. They'd have enough of their energy spend trying to wrangle two Lords of the Sith, much less add their big boss into the mix of things. Itash just hoped that the Alliance didn't catch wind of it. Knowing those lunatics they'd send an entire armada into neutral territory just to capture these two.

His arm wrapped around her waist a second before she could pull back. Tash wasn't done with her, after all, and showed it through a deep kiss before allowing her to take a step back.

"I am glad we agree." Tash murmured before offering his arm as they walked out of the balcony and towards one of the open bars nearby.

It would be good to have a drink in, maybe two, just to take the edge off. This entire thing was already turning out to be one of those events. He briefly wondered if there was such a thing as an event that didn't go through some manner of complication. "What does your taste run for today, Cass?" Tash asked as they leaned against the bar and waited for 'their' turn.

Just the polite thing to do not to pull rank here.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Jorryn had, admittedly, always been more of a fan of all things cute and fluffy than she had ever intended on letting anyone know. That's why when [member="Darth Saarai"] had invited her to the GenPals exhibition the response she sent took less time than was normally dignified, she hoped at least that the excitement she felt didn't show as transparently in the confirmation message.

However that excitement faded more as the event got closer however, all the joy she had in deciding what type of outfit she would wear to such an event disappeared as the date of the event drew closer.

And now here Jorryn was, a prime example of Echani grace and beauty in one of the most upper class environments she had ever found herself in, dressed a simple military outfit and a peacock riding on her shoulder. She attempted to hide the disappointment that she felt digging itself into the stern look that she tried to keep up, hoping that the Sith Lord's readings would keep him distracted as she tried to re-energize herself for the event.

The other creature crawling around her certainly didn't ease the feeling away, this one wasn't even a Sith Lord. [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] was an honorary Sith Knight, the "honorary" part of that title still confused Jorryn. Still the small creature that sat atop her bosom still managed to outrank her all the same, so she tried to ignore the feeling of her skin crawling anytime the small knight rearranged himself and found a new perch on her.

The acolyte perked up when the station came into view however, the anticipation she first felt when she had received the invite quickly bubbled back up into a controlled grin on her face. There was little visible from the outside, save for some of the obvious ecosystems used to raise the GenPals, but it didn't stop Jorryn's mind from wondering what animals she could purchase from the event.

Her amber eyes wandered over the entire surface of the station as the private Saaraisash shuttle landed smoothly in the docking bay, the ramp lowering as Jorryn herself carefully raised herself to not interrupt her Lord's reading.

She took in the full view of the gala as the golden lights lit up the ramp, any disappointment she felt now disappeared as she strut down the ramp before softly rolling her shoulder to pull the attention of the Thirriken sat upon it.

"We are here, my Lord."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]

Lord Fa of the Saaraishash shared none of the excitement that Jorryn was so desperately trying to hide from everyone around her.

He scribbled something on a spare piece of paper. The miniature hover-desk was a worthwhile addition to his equipment to be certain. But Jorryn was far too enthusiastic by half by this... event and if the Thirriken had known this in advance he might not have invited her along to begin with. There was only so much excitement that he could allow from the humans, but this was only barely at the edge of acceptable.

"I see." Tai did see as the ramp rolled out and allowed them entry to one of the many hangar bays of the station. It was... acceptable, he supposed. If barely. "Please try to contain yourself, Acolyte Fordyce. We will take a quick tour and then-"

It was then that he noticed the budding excitement of Hirou.

Tai sighed inwardly, before nodding slowly. "-and perhaps we will pass the souvenir, if there is enough time, yes?" As the Acolyte entered the atrium the Thirriken couldn't actually help himself but be impressed just a little bit. Now this was better by a large order. He continued to scribble though, the orders of the Empire wouldn't simply dry up simply because he was taking a tour, now would it?

"Hirou, what... um." He peered at one of the pieces of papers. It had the smol mouse's paw-print on it, signifying this was one of his reports. "-what did you mean with this exactly?"

 

[Persephone Alonna]

[member="Itash Mecetti"] had left the invitation on Seph’s desk days ago. Apparently, he thought she would like it. Or perhaps it was another test for his new, inexperienced assistant.

Whatever his reason, the invitation and her personal transportation had been arranged and here she found herself, hair falling in long curls down her back, left loose in difference to the normally well contained styles she favored at work. A silver handkerchief hem dress hugged her torso and flowed around her legs, pretty, yet still casual enough that the half-Zeltron did not feel the need to pair it with heels, now that fashion choice would be a disaster.

A small wince crossed her face as she thought about how embarrassed she’d be if she took a stumble in front of so many distinguished guests, including her boss. Granted, she’d already managed to do exactly that, trip over her own feet, in front of the Queen of Commenor, so she supposed it was par for the course.

”Um…Persephone Alonna, Didact Defense Solutions.”

She flashed a large, genuine smile at the security surrounding the entrance to the main atrium, offering her invitation and name, even if neither was needed. The curious looks she garnered were not unusual for the graduate student, furrowed brows, tilted heads, and questioning glances all common enough that she hardly noticed them anymore. She always assumed it came from the strange affect her Arkanian blood had with her Zeltron heritage. Aqua-eyes and bright pink-maroon hair a curious combination even in this universe.

”Thank you!”

A slight bow from the waist send her hair flying everywhere, her voice slightly high-pitched than normal with joy and a tinge of wonder as she stepped into the lavishly decorated presentation space. Her eyes cast about from one thing to another, quickly stumbling out of the way of a group that seemed most intimidating and rather intent on their course of direction. A slight widening of the eyes as she noticed the miniature sarlaccs carried by members of their rather imposing entourage, Seph made sure to stay far out of their way, her amazed expression quickly morphing to polite welcome and openness as she regained her footing on both her thoughts and her feet.

Quickly dismissing the glamourous, yet alien, group from her concerns, a soft, high-pitched noise, a mix between a squeal and a breath being released quicky, escaped her as her gaze lit on a trainer across the promenade, a small bird-like creature attached to a beautiful, thin chain of leash, it’s aqua plumage unnatural and yet completely mesmerizing.

” Oh…my…goodness….” A hushed, awed tone underscored her words as her eyes sparkled in delight, her feet carrying her closer to the wonderous little creature. ”Aren’t you just lovely-“

[member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Cerbera"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
[member="Vokun"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Saarai"]​

 

[Cassandra Paige]

To Cassandra, events were defined by their complication. There was never a ball, never a conference, never a gala that did not include some upset, small or large. Expecting them to be otherwise was a particularly naive brand of lunacy in her eyes. Oh, she didn't expect every one to end in gun fire or the like, but there was always something.

Honestly as much as things that upset her plans annoyed her, they were often also the only things that made events like this even tolerably interesting.

Especially when she was in a position where mocking the guests was ill advised.

They settled against the bar, but wait?

No.

Cassandra Paige owned and employed everything in this station. As soon as the bartender saw her past Itash, he came right over, and she didn't correct him. It was one of the perks of being the boss, yes? The Zeltron took their order neatly and efficiently- while he was encouraged to flirt and engage with the guests as needed, there were also instructions from his direct management that was not appropriate in this situation.

"A glass of Ithorian Green, the off menu vintage," she murmured- they were featuring a different vintage today, along with several other regional wines and spirits that went along with different areas of the Habitat ring- it would be best to be seen drinking the same. Oh, the vintage featured was fine of course. Everything they had chosen for today was good. But it was a little pedestrian, catering the general tastes by necessity, and of things one could say about Cassandra Paige, pedestrian was not one of them.

The glass was delivered along with Itash's choice a moment later- the wine a pale laurel green, a shade paler than the on menu vintage. Largely unnoticeable unless one knew what to look for.

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Cassandra Paige"]

Tash looked on with amusement how the Zeltron changed course the moment Cass popped up just behind him.

That worked too.

"Um." A glance over to Cass who leaned in and murmured something to him, before Tash nodded. He had been about to order some Tapani amber and presumably that would have been supplied as necessary. But it would be best to use the right set of terms for perception purposes. "Tatooine Yellow, please." Perfect representation of the desert biome with a nice vintage.

The Zeltron glanced over to Cass who, presumably, would nod in the affirmative.

it would have a deeper amber color if anyone cared to look. As his fingers curled around the glass that possibility was only minimized. He took a sip and at the same time tilted his head slightly, as if Tash was hearing something from a secondary source.

Which was, of course, true.

"It seems that the Dark Lord of the Sith has opted to send a representative in his stead." Tash murmured as he leaned in after another soft sip. "The Lord Inquisitor, Darth Saarai, with a small entourage."

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Hirou was just happy to be there.

Settled in the front pocket of Jorryn's shirt, the smol Nezumi clutched the hem, trying their best not to bounce- but the combination of excitement plus the movement of the human's gait made that impossible and mostly, Hirou just went with it.

Their nose quivered, whiskers shaking and ears swiveling in interest, trying to take in all of the sights, sounds and smells. There was so much! So much to see, so much to smell! And loud! But not in a painful, offensive way, just the full life of a thousand sentients and their companions, the low murmur of excitement and enjoyment. Everyone here seemed to be having such a good time!

It took a moment for Hirou to realize that the High Inquisitor was addressing them. Hirou's ears swiveled first, then head cocked to look up at the Thirriken.

With a scurry and a scramble, Hirou skittered up the front of Jorryn's shirt and to her shoulder, opposite of Tai Fa- then across the back of her neck to push into and through beneath one of Tai Fa's wings to get a better look. Dark eyes peered and they squinted slightly.

"Oh!" Tail flicked with excitement. "Tiba's transfer request, sir! To the- uh-"

They paused, eyes flicking over to the human who's shoulder they were both riding on. Hirou leaned in, whispering.

"The N-E-W-U-N-I-T sir."

Yes, Hirou spelled it out.

[member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Vaylin]

They had just gotten to the end of the Lab Showcase when the overhead PA suddenly chimed to life. It got everyone's attention, the crowd Vaylin was a part of all pausing their conversations to hear what was going to be said.

Vaylin cursed to herself.

She had registered her admittance into the event with her name rather than a cover. It was done simply because Vaylin didn't think her name would be announced throughout the entire station. That slight bit of paranoia started to tick away in the back of her mind, wondering if any of her enemies were present on the station and were now aware she was he-

The Zabrak pinched her noses, calming her thoughts as she drowned out the constant chatter of those around her. She needed to attend to this now rather than later, before they ended potentially calling over the PA again to remind her.

So Vaylin left, leaving the Lab Showcase floor and finding her way towards "Floor Nine." The construction of the station was fantastic, and fortunately for Vaylin it wasn't a-maze-ing. Everything was clearly labeled with directions affording her no chance of getting lost in twisting corridors.

Eventually she reached the Guest Services desk where she was greeted by a rather cheerful woman. Vaylin wasn't quite sure if it was the same one who had spoken over the PA, but she definitely had the same level of enthusiasm.

"Uh I'm Vaylin, I was the one who won the GenPal of choice thing?"

She didn't give the woman long to respond. As soon as she was directed to pick her choice on the datapad, Vaylin had in hand before the woman finished speaking. The selection was a mix of each product line the GenPals currently had. A vast majority of which were far too cute and adorable for Vaylin's tastes, thinking primarily on the fact the little creature would be around her a lot of the time. But eventually she did decide.

"I'll choose this one, a Vornskrill."